I am blessed to have some old photos of family born in the late 1800s. This is a rarity for African Americans but due to the traveling photographers and the interest in imaging oneself and working for income it was an important thing to do in claiming one's own identity and sense of self during the period of so-called Reconstruction. Although this image was taken in the 1960's of my 2nd Great Grandmother I do have one that was taken in and around the turn the 19th century. I only recall meeting her when I was around 5 and was frightened of her as she seemed to be sooo old and feeble and "witch-like". When I met her she couldn't talk but loved to reach out and hug young children. It was only in my young adulthood that I held appreciation for at least having meet her. This is my sketch of the photo printed on heavy cotton fabric. I think I'm going to attach it to a mail bag (that I've yet to make).
It is cold here today but daylight is stretching out longer and longer by the day and that is encouraging. In a few hours I'll brave it to go gather my supplies for the workshop that begins tomorrow with Jane Dunnewold on Screen Printing at Univ. of Louisville. She is speaking tonight at 6pm at the Chao Auditorium at the Ekstrom Library on campus. I have every intent of going to hear her speak but since will actually make the judgement call once I'm out and about.